BAN:Hey people I hope you like this fic.. I think its gonna be a romance
but me and them don't last very long so if might change to something
different. A special thanx to Kelsey who gave me the idea I love you! And
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Aires Chapter 1 Unexpected Help
Hermione Granger, a 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, walked slowly to the entrance to the Magical Menagerie her thoughts wandered to why she was going to the particular shop. In the past year at Hogwarts her beloved cat, Crookshanks had died. She had tried everything with the help of her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to save him. It was found out by a test performed by her-self that Crookshanks had been 20 years old or so. He was a very old cat, and it was his time to go.
Opening the door to the little clustered shop, Hermione stared at the spot where Crookshanks cage used to sit. It brought many sad and happy memories to her mind. He was so adorable spitting at people who walked by but he seemed to like Hermione. "Oh I miss him..."
"Miss who Ma'am?" A raven-haired young man asked from behind her. The now straight haired beauty spun around with her hand over her heart. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you..." Hermione smiled.
"No, it's okay... I wasn't paying attention." Hermione's thoughts one again to Crookshanks. She needed to find something to fill the gapping wound in her heart that he had filled. Don't get her wrong he was still in her heart but now it was much smaller since he wasn't actually around any more.
"Ms.? Are you alright?" The Black haired man asked cautiously. Hermione snapped back to reality.
Blushing she looked once more at the spot where Crookshanks once lived. "Sorry, I was just thinking about... oh never mind. You don't want to hear about my petty little problems-"
"No, no... I don't mind. Actually I just got off work," He looked at a leather band on his wrist. "A minute ago. And you'd be doing me a favor. I've been working in Diagon Alley for two months now and the only people I've been able to talk to want to know where one stop or another is." Flashing a dazzling smile, he won Hermione over.
"Well okay if you insist. I know a little Ice Cream parlor that we can sit at." Leading the way over to Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor five shops down and across the busy street.
Aires defiantly stood out in the crowed. People seemed to part for him. He looked like a rogue from a book. He was in all black a chain connected his wallet to his pants, the shocking silver stood out. His feet were covered in heavy combat boots. He was a bit intimidating.
Hermione looked like, on the other hand, the essence of light. She was clad in a light red- pink blouse and a pair of blue faded jeans. Her hair had tuned down considerably over the last few years. She couldn't explain it, one morning it was just straight.
Hermione ordered for the both of them and Aires insisted on paying when Hermione reached for her money. Pulling out a chair and brushing off the leaves, he lit Hermione sit down and positioned the umbrella so it would block the sun from her.
"Thanks. Um... I didn't catch your name..." Hermione stumbled, a nameless dude had just offered to talk and bought her ice cream and she didn't know his name.
The back haired boy smiled, "Aires." He filled in sticking his hand out for Hermione to shake. Hermione shook his hand and introduced herself.
"Hermione Granger. You said that you've only been here for a month? Where were you living before?"
Brushing his bangs out of his eyes Aries shrugged. "Romania." Hermione didn't say anything wanting him to explain he took the hint. "I had to leave... my father and I didn't get along much. He kicked me out so I left. And now... I'm here, in London."
Hermione took the answer and smiled re-tying her ponytail. "I'm sorry to hear that. I don't know what I'd do ... I guess I could mange but what about Crookshanks?" Hermione stopped her eyes shifted from Aires handsome face to her melting ice cream. She ate some of it to mask the frown that wanted to grace her face.
"Hermione? Are you all right? Who's Crookshanks?" Aires asked eating some of his own ice cream looking quiet worried about the young lady sitting in front of him.
Hermione wiped her eyes angrily. She thought that she had gotten over the crying. Apparently not when more tears forced the tears out of her closed eyes. "My cat. He was orange... he... he died last year he was really old." The teary-eyed girl explained.
Aires got up and transfigured his forgotten ice cream into a box of Kleenex for Hermione to use. He sat next to her and draped his left arm around her shoulders pulling her close to him. Hermione cried harder.
"Let it out. I know how it feels." Aires soothed rubbing her back lightly. Hermione let out a choking sound and blew her nose with a couple of Kleenexes.
"How?" Hermione asked clutching his right hand and playing with a silver wring that was on it.
Aires thought for a moment. Did he really want to tell a complete stranger about his secret? He didn't know why but he was drawn to Hermione. "I had a house elf when I was younger. I named her Helen, odd name I know but when I first got her she was no bigger than I was. She was very protective of me. I was like her son in a way. She fused about me like any mother would do, except she also acted as if she was my sister. I was once talking to her and said 'I'd give some one Hell an a lot of other things if any one hurt her.' It was sort of weird because she never had a name. We never thought about it. But when I said 'Hell an' It just fit together to 'Helen' I just fit for her name.
Aires chuckled at that, he felt Hermione laugh besides him. "I loved her more than anything. My father didn't like the fact that I was so attacked to a mere 'animal' as he liked to call her. I got back for Christmas holidays four years ago and I found her dead lying next to me on Christmas morning." Aires felt the memories of that day resurface in his mind. He wouldn't think about them. He made himself push the memories away.
They sat in comfortable silence Hermione clung to Aires. "I miss him so much." She quietly muttered into Aries' shoulder, where she was resting her head.
Aires started rubbing her back again. "I'm sure you do. I never loved anything or anybody the same way after Helen. I'm sure you will."
Hermione shook her head. "How do you know?" Smiling he shrugged.
"I don't know but with someone with as big of a heart as you, your friends have to help you with it." Hermione didn't say anything. Ron Weasley and Harry Potter didn't even like Crookshanks. "What did your gal pals say when you told them?" Aires asked.
It was Hermione's turn to shrug. "I don't have any."
Aires what a bit shocked. "What?! You don't have any-" Hermione cut him off.
"I don't have any 'gal pals' as you call them. I have Ron and Harry." She felt Aires nod above her. "Ron Weasley and Harry Potter have been my best friends since first year." She explained. "They didn't like Crookshanks. Ron hated him because, Crookshanks tried to kill his rat Scabbers. And Harry has so much to deal with he hated how we always fought about the two of them so he naturally didn't like either of our pets. Scabbers...died in out third year." Hermione didn't want to tell him and Peter Pettegrew, the man that the three of them had killed the year before...
After a pregnant pause Hermione went on. "I've never actually talked about his death to anyone. I didn't know how too. You didn't know him like every one else did. And if you did you wouldn't have cared either." Hermione sniffled.
Getting to his feet and pulling Hermione up with him he enveloped her in a well-needed bear hug. "That's not true. If he were special to you I would have listened." He rocked Hermione back and forth in his arms.
Hermione blushed furiously and wrapped her arms around his neck hiding her burning face in his shoulder. Hermione inhaled his smell. He smelled of Lilacs one of her favorite flowers. "Thank you so much for listening. You don't know how much this meant to me." Hermione thanked him pulling out of his warm embrace. "I really should be leaving." She glanced at her watch and yelped she was supposed to have been home 20 minutes ago. "Sorry I really have to go.
Aires nodded and was about so say something by Hermione ran off before he could ask her out. Walking dejectedly back to Magical Menagerie, he had to work off the 3 hours he had just unexpectedly taken off.
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Aires Chapter 1 Unexpected Help
Hermione Granger, a 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, walked slowly to the entrance to the Magical Menagerie her thoughts wandered to why she was going to the particular shop. In the past year at Hogwarts her beloved cat, Crookshanks had died. She had tried everything with the help of her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to save him. It was found out by a test performed by her-self that Crookshanks had been 20 years old or so. He was a very old cat, and it was his time to go.
Opening the door to the little clustered shop, Hermione stared at the spot where Crookshanks cage used to sit. It brought many sad and happy memories to her mind. He was so adorable spitting at people who walked by but he seemed to like Hermione. "Oh I miss him..."
"Miss who Ma'am?" A raven-haired young man asked from behind her. The now straight haired beauty spun around with her hand over her heart. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you..." Hermione smiled.
"No, it's okay... I wasn't paying attention." Hermione's thoughts one again to Crookshanks. She needed to find something to fill the gapping wound in her heart that he had filled. Don't get her wrong he was still in her heart but now it was much smaller since he wasn't actually around any more.
"Ms.? Are you alright?" The Black haired man asked cautiously. Hermione snapped back to reality.
Blushing she looked once more at the spot where Crookshanks once lived. "Sorry, I was just thinking about... oh never mind. You don't want to hear about my petty little problems-"
"No, no... I don't mind. Actually I just got off work," He looked at a leather band on his wrist. "A minute ago. And you'd be doing me a favor. I've been working in Diagon Alley for two months now and the only people I've been able to talk to want to know where one stop or another is." Flashing a dazzling smile, he won Hermione over.
"Well okay if you insist. I know a little Ice Cream parlor that we can sit at." Leading the way over to Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor five shops down and across the busy street.
Aires defiantly stood out in the crowed. People seemed to part for him. He looked like a rogue from a book. He was in all black a chain connected his wallet to his pants, the shocking silver stood out. His feet were covered in heavy combat boots. He was a bit intimidating.
Hermione looked like, on the other hand, the essence of light. She was clad in a light red- pink blouse and a pair of blue faded jeans. Her hair had tuned down considerably over the last few years. She couldn't explain it, one morning it was just straight.
Hermione ordered for the both of them and Aires insisted on paying when Hermione reached for her money. Pulling out a chair and brushing off the leaves, he lit Hermione sit down and positioned the umbrella so it would block the sun from her.
"Thanks. Um... I didn't catch your name..." Hermione stumbled, a nameless dude had just offered to talk and bought her ice cream and she didn't know his name.
The back haired boy smiled, "Aires." He filled in sticking his hand out for Hermione to shake. Hermione shook his hand and introduced herself.
"Hermione Granger. You said that you've only been here for a month? Where were you living before?"
Brushing his bangs out of his eyes Aries shrugged. "Romania." Hermione didn't say anything wanting him to explain he took the hint. "I had to leave... my father and I didn't get along much. He kicked me out so I left. And now... I'm here, in London."
Hermione took the answer and smiled re-tying her ponytail. "I'm sorry to hear that. I don't know what I'd do ... I guess I could mange but what about Crookshanks?" Hermione stopped her eyes shifted from Aires handsome face to her melting ice cream. She ate some of it to mask the frown that wanted to grace her face.
"Hermione? Are you all right? Who's Crookshanks?" Aires asked eating some of his own ice cream looking quiet worried about the young lady sitting in front of him.
Hermione wiped her eyes angrily. She thought that she had gotten over the crying. Apparently not when more tears forced the tears out of her closed eyes. "My cat. He was orange... he... he died last year he was really old." The teary-eyed girl explained.
Aires got up and transfigured his forgotten ice cream into a box of Kleenex for Hermione to use. He sat next to her and draped his left arm around her shoulders pulling her close to him. Hermione cried harder.
"Let it out. I know how it feels." Aires soothed rubbing her back lightly. Hermione let out a choking sound and blew her nose with a couple of Kleenexes.
"How?" Hermione asked clutching his right hand and playing with a silver wring that was on it.
Aires thought for a moment. Did he really want to tell a complete stranger about his secret? He didn't know why but he was drawn to Hermione. "I had a house elf when I was younger. I named her Helen, odd name I know but when I first got her she was no bigger than I was. She was very protective of me. I was like her son in a way. She fused about me like any mother would do, except she also acted as if she was my sister. I was once talking to her and said 'I'd give some one Hell an a lot of other things if any one hurt her.' It was sort of weird because she never had a name. We never thought about it. But when I said 'Hell an' It just fit together to 'Helen' I just fit for her name.
Aires chuckled at that, he felt Hermione laugh besides him. "I loved her more than anything. My father didn't like the fact that I was so attacked to a mere 'animal' as he liked to call her. I got back for Christmas holidays four years ago and I found her dead lying next to me on Christmas morning." Aires felt the memories of that day resurface in his mind. He wouldn't think about them. He made himself push the memories away.
They sat in comfortable silence Hermione clung to Aires. "I miss him so much." She quietly muttered into Aries' shoulder, where she was resting her head.
Aires started rubbing her back again. "I'm sure you do. I never loved anything or anybody the same way after Helen. I'm sure you will."
Hermione shook her head. "How do you know?" Smiling he shrugged.
"I don't know but with someone with as big of a heart as you, your friends have to help you with it." Hermione didn't say anything. Ron Weasley and Harry Potter didn't even like Crookshanks. "What did your gal pals say when you told them?" Aires asked.
It was Hermione's turn to shrug. "I don't have any."
Aires what a bit shocked. "What?! You don't have any-" Hermione cut him off.
"I don't have any 'gal pals' as you call them. I have Ron and Harry." She felt Aires nod above her. "Ron Weasley and Harry Potter have been my best friends since first year." She explained. "They didn't like Crookshanks. Ron hated him because, Crookshanks tried to kill his rat Scabbers. And Harry has so much to deal with he hated how we always fought about the two of them so he naturally didn't like either of our pets. Scabbers...died in out third year." Hermione didn't want to tell him and Peter Pettegrew, the man that the three of them had killed the year before...
After a pregnant pause Hermione went on. "I've never actually talked about his death to anyone. I didn't know how too. You didn't know him like every one else did. And if you did you wouldn't have cared either." Hermione sniffled.
Getting to his feet and pulling Hermione up with him he enveloped her in a well-needed bear hug. "That's not true. If he were special to you I would have listened." He rocked Hermione back and forth in his arms.
Hermione blushed furiously and wrapped her arms around his neck hiding her burning face in his shoulder. Hermione inhaled his smell. He smelled of Lilacs one of her favorite flowers. "Thank you so much for listening. You don't know how much this meant to me." Hermione thanked him pulling out of his warm embrace. "I really should be leaving." She glanced at her watch and yelped she was supposed to have been home 20 minutes ago. "Sorry I really have to go.
Aires nodded and was about so say something by Hermione ran off before he could ask her out. Walking dejectedly back to Magical Menagerie, he had to work off the 3 hours he had just unexpectedly taken off.
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